Behind The Fuse Box
The wiring harness
connecting life
crossed
but grounded sure
Eluding sight
and force of will
its power
most secure
And only seen
when time shorts out
in flashes
not to last
Of red and black
and green contacts
that charge
— the future past
(The New Room: January, 2025)
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